Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 8: The abandoned garden is shocking

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I don’t know where the wind is coming from, so I swayed leisurely... There was an ancient temple faintly on the hillside in the distance, and the corner of the eaves was missing for an instant... The body is soft, and you can see the rattan and The beautiful mattress...the smoke on all sides...the people are in the water.

An old hand stretched out... a low sigh of pity... Suddenly I saw the dimly enclosed space, a little purple light spilled into the gap... Suddenly panic, infinite panic... A little knife light fell, bright There was a faintly pale face in the light...the next moment it began to wander again...like a dandelion that was blown across a high mountain by the wind...what was falling on the face, itchy itchy.

Itching...

Meng Fuyao stretched out his hand and slapped in front of his face—hey, why is it so itchy?

I opened my eyes in a daze and saw a snow-white ass.

The **** is against her face, rubbing and rubbing, rubbing and rubbing, a little short tail swaying and shaking, shaking and shaking, sweeping and sweeping and sweeping and sweeping on her face.

That itch comes from this.

Meng Fuyao lazily stretched out his hand and pulled the ball down, muttering, "Don't shed hair on my face."

After squinting for a while, I suddenly felt that something was wrong. The Yuan Bao guy is so kind, would he come and wake her up?

Then I felt something sticky on my face, as if there was a bad smell. I touched my finger, and on my fingertips, there was a little suspicious, yellowing, and ambiguous substance.

"What's this?" Meng Fu squinted.

Master Yuan Bao squatted far away on the table, looking at her with ambiguous eyes, looking very wretched.

Meng Fuyao sat up, shook his heavy head, and was about to get out of the bed to wash his face. When the door suddenly opened, Yuan Zhaoxuan came in, dressed in bright sunshine, followed by two maids behind him.

He first smiled at Meng Fuyao, and then said to Yuan Bao, who wanted to slip away when he saw him, "Cai Xiu'er said that you ran away before she cleaned it up this morning. What are you doing in such a hurry? ?"

Great solution...not cleaned...the suspicious substance on my face...

Could it be that this guy just used his face as toilet paper and rubbed his **** with his face?

"Ah!" Meng Fuyao let out a roar, jumped up and looked for his dagger, "I killed you rat to make soup!"

Master Yuan Bao had already had the wind under his claws, and he ran towards the window with a squeak. Meng Fu waved his hand, and the quilt flew out and smashed three vases on the window frame. Master Yuan Bao was already flying. deep.

Meng Fuyao was still angry and jumped out of bed to chase him, but he was suddenly caught by Yuan Zhaoxu.

"Be careful."

Then she became lighter and was hugged back by Yuan Zhaoxun. Meng Fuyao was taken aback, and suddenly realized that she was wearing profanity clothing, and it was a personal prose clothing in an extraordinary sense—her self-made small vest and big pants.

The vest is very small, which wraps up the body, and the pants are big, and it is very windy and fluttering.

Not to mention this dress in this ancient time, even modern is not rude, not to mention that someone’s hand is unceremoniously attached to her waist, and the warm palm is like a small stove, wherever it fits Where is it burning.

Yuan Zhaoxuan's eyes also seemed to burn with flames, and the girl in front of her body was full and delicate, with her neck and jade arms, long legs and slender fingers. There was nothing beautiful and no exquisiteness. The clothes were strangely shaped. It didn't make her look pale, on the contrary, she outlined her outstanding figure to the right degree. You can see the alluring arc on the chest, the white and delicate long legs under the wavy wide pants, and you can even feel the waist under the palm. Amazingly soft, amazingly elastic.

Such color, innocence and glamour coexist, and beauty and temptation coexist, like the smoky winds of the four seasons, bringing dazzling colors to the face, so that the calm and noble Yuan Zhaohan can't help but breathe a little messy .

He suddenly smiled slightly, and his fingers touched his lips, his expression lingering aftertaste.

Meng Fu shook his head and saw his eyes. Although he didn't understand his lip rubbing, and he couldn't remember his indecent crime last night, his face turned red subconsciously. He quickly stretched out his hand to push him and jumped back. , Before landing, he was held back by Yuan Zhaoxuan. Only at this moment, his eyes had recovered to clearness, and he said lightly, "There are broken vases underground, be careful."

His tone was light, but his eyes didn't avoid passing all the exposed parts of Meng Fuyao. He saw Meng Fuyao slip into the quilt and waved vigorously, "Avoid avoiding. I want to change clothes."

Yuan Zhao smiled and took the door out. His slender figure floated across the window sash, and then he heard a soft noise outside the window, the window sash was opened with a snap, and a ball was thrown in by Gu Lulu.

"Yuanbao, it's a shame to look at it secretly outside. If you want to see it, look at it with integrity."

Someone's voice floats through the window, calm, noble, elegant, and unhappy.

Poor Master Yuanbao, who was betrayed by his master, opened his eyes in panic in mid-air, watching him fall in the direction of Meng Fuyao, and in front of him, on the bed, his mortal enemy and love rival Meng Fuyao was smiling slyly and opened his hands. Waiting for it to fall.

The ten major tortures flashed through the mind of Master Yuanbao in an instant...

"Squeak!"

With a terrible scream, the self-esteem god-mouse Yuan Bao suddenly burst into the crowd——Meng Fuyao smiled and blew his nose, smiled, and rubbed the white hair of Master Yuan Bao...

**

Early in the morning, the road outside the walls of the German Palace was quiet and undisturbed.

The sun shone on the wall in the southwest corner of the palace, and a cluster of grass on the wall moved and a head appeared.

I looked east and west, and saw that the Dexin courtyard below was very quiet. The doors and windows were closed. I must have a good dream. I could not help but breathe a sigh of relief and quickly climbed over the wall.

Naturally, it was Meng Fuyao who climbed the wall during the day. After she woke up in the palace of Canglan, she remembered that she hadn’t returned all night. Don’t let Yao Xunzong think that she’s missing, so hurry back. Before leaving, she remembered those children. When the prostitute happened, Yuan Zhaoxu said that there was another reason for it, so she didn't care about it, and Meng Fuyao had to come back sadly.

As soon as he raised his leg and crossed the wall, and the other leg was about to fall, a quiet voice suddenly came.

"The door is open."

The implication is that there is no need to climb the wall.

Meng Fuyao, who is "drunk elsewhere and staying away all night", originally felt a little embarrassed, but to enter his room, he must pass through Zongyue's house, so he planned to walk the wall, who Knowing that Zong Yue, who was uncooperative, screamed.

Broken and broken, Meng Fuyao didn't leave at all, sitting on the wall with one leg outside and one leg inside, holding his hands on his chest, raising his head and sighing, "The sun is so bright today... …"

A few drops of cold rain fell from the sky, icy, and a little snow flakes drifted down.

Meng Fuyao said intoxicated in the snow film, "The temperature is really right..."

After complimenting all the weather, temperature, and scenery, Meng Fuyao stepped down from the wall without any haste, and walked past Zong Yue's gate calmly.

She stopped in front of the door suddenly, leaned over and sniffed, and said, "This medicine smells really unpleasant." She turned her eyes and found that Zong Yue was still sitting on the ground, looking through a window of Zao Mei. His face was a little pale, and on the table beside him, there was an empty cup that had not dried the juice, and the smell of medicine radiated from there.

Seeing Meng Fuyao looking at the medicine bowl, Zong Yue narrowed his eyes, waved his sleeves, and the window snapped shut, almost hitting Meng Fuyao's nose.

Meng Fuyao touched his nose and walked back, thinking that Zong Yue was dispensing medicine, or was he injured? This poisonous tongue man is mysterious, so it's better to stay away.

After entering my house, I cleaned up. Yao Xun knocked on the door and moved the food box to have breakfast. Meng Fuyao was hungry in the middle of the night, no matter how hard it was, he wiped his mouth after eating, then asked, " This green rice porridge has a special taste. Isn't it rice made with good herbs?"

Yao Xun shrugged, "I don't know, this porridge was ordered by Zongzi to come back for you to eat."

"Huh?" Meng Fuyao jumped up, hurriedly for a week, did not notice anything abnormal, but was not relieved of Zong Yue's character, sat there thinking hard, and suddenly said, "The fake seven-leaf clover you got yesterday , Did you give Zong Yue later?"

"Yes," Yao Xun said triumphantly, "I want to be honest with the seven-leaf clover. Who knows that the seven-leaf clover is too tough, so easy to smash, but it’s the grass you said. It sucks, I gave it to Zong Yue, but he didn’t notice it, haha, dignified medical sage, but so."

Meng Fuyao ran out before listening, but Yao Xun followed out suspiciously, and saw Meng Fuyao squatting in front of a clump of grass and howling.

"Damn... this is Yin Yang grass... how do my eyes grow..."

**

Meng Fuyao lay down on the ground, pouting his butt, his eyes staring as big as abacus beads, digging and digging on the ground.

Digging while not touching the face-the greatest effect of yin and yang grass is to reverse the yin and yang. The yang person eats this grass at night to cure the deficiency and deficiency disease, but the yin person eats the grass during the day, and the yang fire Rising, the face is full of acne, and it looks youthful, but if you don’t take the antidote, the acne will get bigger and bigger and out of control.

Meng Fuyao lifted a rock and hit him in the foot. Now he had to lie down on the ground to find the antidote—the antidote is the seeds of Yin-Yang grass. This thing is so small that it is hard to find when scattered on the ground. Meng Fuyao has been looking for it for a long time. , The amount is not enough for a single medication.

Straightened up with a sigh, Meng Fuyao gritted his teeth and released a flying knife to Zong Yue's house. After a long time, he remembered that Zong Yue had gone to treat King De, and he couldn't see it. He had to look down angrily and suddenly remembered the previous one. A few days passed by an abandoned garden where there were a lot of yin and yang grasses. It should be easier to find grass seeds, so I quickly dragged Yao Xun over.

The abandoned garden is at the northwest corner of the palace. Looking at it from a long distance, the walls are peeling off, the cornices are incomplete, but the walls are strong, with cobwebs hanging for years, and the branches of the trees are trembling in the wind over the walls. The branches are also withered, and there is a gloomy life in the cold winter haze.

Sure enough, Meng Fuyao and Yao Xun found Yin and Yang grass outside the garden. After digging for a long time, they managed to make up enough. Just about to leave, Yao Xun suddenly stopped suspiciously and said, "Miss Meng, look at this. There are people in the garden."

Meng Fuyao looked back, only to find a white dress hanging on a branch, probably hung up by the wind, and he was startled.

It's strange that this magnificent Royal Palace has such a decadent place. It is even more surprising that there are people living here.

Meng Fuyao took a few steps forward and pushed the door subconsciously. The door was locked and the lock was rusted. She thought about it, and turned around to climb the wall.

Yao Xun wanted to pull her, but she kicked it down.

Meng Fuyao jumped off the wall. The scene in the garden was more dilapidated than what was seen outside. The ground was covered with withered flowers and weeds. The door to the courtyard was half-concealed. Meng Fuyao walked over step by step, quiet on all sides, listen. I can see the sound of my breathing.

Her eyes suddenly fell on the door knocker. It was not a pair of ordinary door knockers, but a pair of small golden bells, exquisite and delicate, with luxurious carvings, but the cracks at that moment were also full of mud and dirt, and the lines were black. .

The wind blew, but the golden bell did not ring, so that it was quiet as death on all sides, and the dead leaves on the ground rubbed against each other, sizzling like snakes.

There was a screaming cry, suddenly breaking the silence of death!

"Wu-Ki, the grandson! You are a filthy daddy who steals power and seeks power!"